Solomon gripped his bondmate's forelock as he spread himself over the poll and crest. His wings pulled tight onto his back while his tail waved behind him. His yellow serpent's eyes were wide with excitement, pleasure filling his body as he purred lowly and cat-like. The scents that filled this forest were plenty, and the young dragon was excited. He smelled his own kind here, as he had in other lands and herds they had visited. His small life was already filled with enrichment, but each time he felt comfortable in a place filled with dragons, Argen moved on. He would tell the young serpentine creature that there were none like him, and the bronze did not understand that. There were plenty of others like him! There were several dragons he had come to know in his month: Khal, a smoky silver belonging to a sweet old mare; Marinth, a wingless, snake-like red that matched her bonded's harsh mind; and, his favorite, a large golden queen adorned with two sets of wings and and underbelly covered in soft, elegant fur, named aptly Lady, bonded to a battle-born warmonger. There were many other nameless dragons of many colors Solomon had not met in the army of Lady and her commander, but Argen pressed that there were none like him.

Oh well, at least he had Argen.

His striped hooves struck the ground easy, his trot light and swift. His thick body moved through the trees with ease, his head bobbing to keep his youngling safe from low-hanging branches. The young warrior's body was hard from travel, his muscles tight and bulging as they rippled under his multi-toned pelt. The warmblood stallion was a sight to behold, his strong and able form gliding over the hard pressed earth gallantly with a shimmering bronze dragon atop his dull blonde mane. He was a fire moving through the trees, powerful and majestic and dangerous. His mind's gears moved like clockwork as he headed into the knew, unknown forest. Solomon's child's mind did not make him falter from his determination--he was looking for Helovia, and would not stop, save to recuperate from his travels and maybe find a warm mare to curl into for a night.

This forest was steaming with smells, and in the Tallsun evening, he was on high alert. This seemed like a melting pot of many different herds--strong scents rubbed against trees, but each scent was thicker in different directions. It was very similar to the shadowlands he had passed through, their forest burned down. He had not stayed long there, just past through without stopping, despite his tight and turning stomach that begged to be filled. The land, which looked as if giants had rummaged it and turned it upside down, gave him a bad feeling. He did not feel safe there, and behind every turn there was a nightcrawling, bloodthirsty creature to challenge the life of him and his companion. However, this forest did not make him that uneasy, and the sounds of birds chirping in the canopy above him soothed his heart from beating straight out of his chest with a hurried gallop. This forest was teaming with life and sound, and the shadows did not cast fear over his amber eyes.